They went in to breakfast together. Marie thought she had never seen such a big room. She kept close to Chris, conscious that all eyes were upon her.
Feathers and young Atkins occupied a table a little way from theirs, and Atkins got up as soon as he saw Marie, and came over to ask how she was.
"I'm quite well, thank you, and isn't it a lovely morning?"
"Ripping! I say, can you swim?"
"Yes."
Chris looked up. "Can you?" he asked in surprise, then laughed and colored, realizing how very little he really knew about Marie and her accomplishments.
"I wish people wouldn't stare at me so," she said to him nervously, when breakfast was over and they were out in the lounge once more. "Is there anything funny-looking about me, Chris?"
He cast a casual eye over her daintiness.
"You look all right," he said, without much enthusiasm. "Probably they know we're newly married." he added.
Marie said nothing, but she turned away from him and looked out over the sea, a little wintry smile on her quivering lips.